Chapter Sixteen
Titus
This was what we needed. Our union thus far had been like a tornado. It whisked us up in the winds, but we had no direction and no idea when we would touch down again.
The thing was, our omega had enough of tornadoes in his life. He needed stability and safety. Randy had made a genius move by wanting us to do something as normal as a date.
“This was a great idea,” I said, reaching across the console of the car to take Randy’s hand in mine. He and I had gone to get my car and pick up Nixon from the apartment like a real date. Randy had insisted.
“He needs us. He needs to know we are in this for the long haul. And I realized he’s probably never witnessed a normal relationship. So, we give him what he’s never seen. Two alphas who are willing to offer him anything.”
I squeezed his hand. He was right. We would give him anything.
Randy sighed and looked out the window. Nixon’s indecision about us was killing him, me, and our animals, too. But Nixon wasn’t your average omega. He needed time to heal—time to settle—time to know we were his.
“He will come around,” I said, trying to soothe him.
“And if he doesn’t?” He wiped at his face.
“Then you still have me. And I have it on good authority I’m a good lay. Just sayin’.”
He cracked up at that and turned to face me. “I have no doubt. But who would be on top?”
I made a weird face on purpose. “I have no problem being on top all the time.” I laughed, and he kissed my cheek while I drove.
“I’m sure you don’t.”
I parked next to the curb, and we both looked up at our apartment. I had put mine up for sale since we were planning to move.
The limbo of our situation was maddening.
I tried to breathe out some of the stress. “We have to love on him. Make him feel safe and wanted and needed in our lives. The rest is just details.”
“He is safe and loved and wanted.”
I snorted. “But our omega can’t recognize it yet.”
“You’re right. Let’s go.”
We got out and rode up in the elevator together, hand in hand. The elevator came to our floor. We got out, and Randy took my face in his hands and kissed me—hard. “Let’s show our omega a good time.”
I winked at him. “You’ve got it.”
We walked down the hallway, and I knocked at the door when we reached it. Nixon answered with a broad smile on his face. He wore a navy button-down shirt and some gray pants, perfectly pressed and looked like they’d been made to fit him.
“Are you ready to go?” Randy reached down to adjust his groin. I felt his pain.
“I am. Let’s go.”
I shut the door behind them, and we rode the elevator back down. Randy gave me the directions once we got to the car, and off we went. Nixon sat between us, all of our thighs pressing.
When we got to the restaurant, I questioned his decision. The place was empty. Empty parking lot—shitty food.
“I booked the whole place for the night,” Randy answered my unspoken question.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Nixon reached out and held on to the dashboard like we were about to crash, though I’d just put the car into Park.
“I wanted us to be alone.” Randy shrugged and got out of the car then held the door open for Nixon.
We walked into the restaurant, and the waiter placed us in an intimate corner, lit only by a few faint overhead lights and a simple candle on the table. Nixon sat between us in the half-circle leather booth, right where we wanted him.
I looked for the menus, but there were none.
“I took the liberty of ordering one of everything for us. We can share. Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s perfect, Randy. Thank you,” I said.
Nixon was quieter than usual. He fidgeted with the edges of the stark black tablecloth and couldn’t sit still.
I reached behind him, untucked his shirt, and ran my hand up his back. Randy did the same. “It’s okay, Nixon. It’s just us.”
“It’s just…I’ve never been to someplace this fancy before.”
Randy chuckled. “This is why I booked the whole restaurant, so you wouldn’t feel out of place or nervous.”
Nixon stiffened as the waitress placed a table full of appetizers in front of us. But as soon as she went away, he was fine.
“Here, taste this.” I lifted a bruschetta and brought it to his mouth. He took a bite, all the time looking at my mouth. He wanted us. He did. Now to make him know that.
“That’s so good.” Nixon reached for a pork belly slider. After that, he loosened up, and we were able to enjoy our food with gusto. We took turns feeding each other everything from oysters to strawberry salad. The satisfaction of feeding our mate was incomparable.
I almost lost my cool every time his lips touched my fingers as I fed him.
The waitress came and cleared the plates and soon replaced them with another table full of entrees and more bread with honey butter.
I put my hand on Nixon’s thigh as she did, under the tablecloth to distract him from his anxiety.
“We will call you when we are ready for dessert,” Randy whispered to the waitress, her cue not to disturb us anymore.
Randy reached for the steak and cut off a bite then fed it to Nixon who closed his eyes and groaned.
“You’ve got... Never mind. I’ll take care of it.” Randy leaned forward and kissed the side of Nixon’s mouth, removing whatever he had on it. He stayed near our omega’s face and smiled at him. Nixon closed the distance and kissed him back, full on the mouth.
They ended the kiss quickly, but the air in the place had changed. The heat between us was undeniable. But my need to get my omega fed overruled anything else in that moment.
“Eat up, Nixon. You are out of the skinny zone, but I’d still like you to gain some weight.”
“Plus, you might need the extra energy,” Randy quipped, smiling like he’d won something.
Nixon ate a full double bison burger with brie along with half of a roasted chicken, plus all the side dishes.
My bear was pleased.
“Ready for dessert?” Randy asked Nixon after he sat back, patting his tummy, making me think of things I had no business thinking about, like his belly swelled with our young.
I was so ready for dessert.